Lord Aiden offers a blink, then a slow shrug, as though the matter scarcely merits debate.
"I see no great calamity here. The Baroness was understandably perturbed—her authority was circumvented, and that is always a delicate wound to noble dignity. Yet the solution is quite plain: erase the memories of the caretakers and retain the children as household servants or companions, as was customary in more civilized ages. If the Dreaming stirs in them, so much the better. If not, they remain as useful as any well-kept beast. I see little distinction in nurturing a mortal dreamer or a blooded filly, provided both respond to discipline and care."
Sips his wine, ignoring the fact that he was not, in fact, asked.